All she could see going by were trees. The blood was rushing to her head, a metallic taste ever prominent on her tongue. Her vision had faded to black momentary, the world coming back into focus as she felt her body hit the ground.
Coughing up dust and dirt and letting out a low groan, she tried to move but couldn't. Her head was still spinning, the blood beginning to move through her body the way it was supposed to. She could feel her heart beat in her head, each pound of the muscle sending waves of pain through the side of her face.
Before she had a chance to even try to push herself up off the ground, to even try to drag herself away, one of the smaller little beasts was binding her hands together, half dragging her to a nearby tree. The thing pushed her roughly up against the bark, the pain shooting through her shoulder blade as the bark dug roughly into where the rock had previously done damage. She winced, and she could have sworn she'd seen this ugly creature actually smirk. She was sure she would eventually pass out from the pain, the copper taste growing in her mouth. The Orc who had bound her spoke roughly at her in the ugly language they all seemed to share, her eyes turning to the ground as it stalked away to join its comrades.
She didn't know how long she'd sat there for, eyes looking at the tattered dress she wore. She felt numb, not only from the physical pain, but from her emotional turmoil. As dumb as it sounded, all she could think about was the dress... DĂșlinnor had bought it for her. It was simple, but he'd bought it for her, and now it was ruined. It was probably a dumb thing to be thinking about when you are surrounded by Orcs who could care less if you lived or died... who probably wanted to kill you anyway. But she was beginning to feel the effects of the head injury, her mind fuzzy from the trauma.
Reinette could hear a small commotion ahead of her, and her head slowly rose to see the telltale figure of an Elf in front of her. Her heart began to pump harder in her chest, before it beat wildly when she realized who it was standing in front of her.
"Agla--" her voice croaked, she couldn't even get his name out. He was at it with the Orcs, matching them blow for blow, clearly holding his own. It was awe inspiring, if one had the luxury of observing. But she was terrified again, blood pumping faster through her veins, delivering her muscles the precious oxygen she would need to get the hell out of there. Adrenaline was an amazing thing.
Aglaron shouted out, DĂșlinnor's name ringing crystal clear on his tongue. The sound in itself pushed the girl harder, encouraged her to try to move. But before she could even begin to pull herself to her feet, one of the Orcs had managed to get away from Aglaron, who was too busy with three others. A very sharp and very deadly looking weapon was in its hands, and it was rushing at her, a feral scream emitting from it's throat.
Her eyes widened, and she made to shield herself as the blade was only inches from her. But the sound of the creature crying out in pain surprised her, and she looked up to see an arrow embedded in its neck as it spluttered, falling to the ground.
She had never seen something die before. But here this creature was. Even being evil, it still made her blood turn and her stomach seize at the sight of it gagging. She almost threw up where she sat. But her gaze was on the dead creature - she couldn't pull her eyes away from it, at least until she heard the death scream of another Orc. Her eyes ripped up to see Aglaron pulling his blade from another, before lashing back out at the others that attacked him.
"Reinette, you must get up."
The sound of DĂșlinnor's voice seeped into her mind, and she looked over at him, the side of her face pounding in protest at her studden movement. Her brain told her to just lay down, just go to sleep. Just drift into a dream world and never wake up. But her body was screaming for her to get up! To run! To never look back!
She moved too slow, DĂșlinnor taking her by the arm and pulling her to her feet next to him. She was thankful, but she couldn't even fathom that thought as more Orcs rushed toward them. She wanted to cry, but she was so afraid that she couldn't make a sound, couldn't even manage to cry.
DĂșlinnor pulled her behind him, protecting her from the onslaught of Orcs that were rushing forward in attack. Soon, Aglaron was on the other side of her, as she was pressed between the brothers, who swung out defiantly with their swords, taking down Orc after Orc.
Everything seemed to be moving in a weird sort of slow motion for her again. She could feel her body sagging slightly, though she desperately willed herself to stay on her feet. The adrenaline was still pumping through her veins, but even that was beginning to lose it's potency.
She was unaware of the looming danger, the Orc who had originally intended to keep her for his own sick desires notching an arrow to end her life. She didn't even see him, her vision blurry before it would sharpen, though only momentarily before fuzzing over again. Her breath was beginning to come ragged to her, and though the two brothers were fighting valiantly to save her, to keep her alive, she was beginning to think that she should just lay down. Just lay down, and sleep.
She felt her arm tugged, another quick burst of the neurotransmitter rushing through her body and brain, heightening her awareness and surging into her muscles. But no attack came at her. Instead, she saw DĂșlinnor topple to the ground, an arrow struck through his left shoulder. A strangled sound that she didn't know she could make crawled out of her throat, his brother crying out his name as he realized what had happened.
She rushed forward, no longer fearing for her own safety. No longer feeling the pain as her body protested the movement. Aglaron was busy taking down the last of the smaller Orcs before his attention had turned onto the large one. But Reinette couldn't bring herself to tear her eyes away from the Elven man on the ground before her. She nearly skidded to a stop on her knees as she came to a stop next to the fallen Elf.
Aglaron was beside them then, speaking to his brother quickly before helping him up, supporting him and motioning for her to follow. She stumbled after the two, unsure of the passage of time as made their way through the wood as quickly as they could. They finally burst into camp, and a few startled gasps were emitted at the sight of the three, battered and bloodied.
Aglaron was leading them to a tent, but before Reinette could really step more than two feet inside, she was being carted off by an Elven woman, apparently another healer. She struggled against her, but the other woman had height and strength over the weakened Mortal. Crying out she tried to get back to the tent, tried to get back to DĂșlinnor. A few of the other nearby Healers rushed over to stop the struggling female and get her into another nearby tent, albeit one that was much smaller. Tears streamed down the poor girls face, the first Healer speaking to another one with pity in her tone.
"Poor girl. She's really battered up. Let's get her down on the cot, and get her fixed up. She needs to rest, and that bruising doesn't look too good..." The male Healer nodded, gathering various supplies as two of the women forced Reinette down on the cot.
DĂșlinnor's cry of pain rang out, and she began to struggle harder, crying out for them to let her help him, to let her up. One of the healers got some sort of liquid and practically forced it into her mouth, clamping it shut so she'd have to swallow. The liquid was warm, soothing. She felt her muscles stop straining so hard, felt herself stop struggling so hard to get up. Eventually, she passed into a hazy sleep, the Healers beginning to clean the battered and injured woman up.